Chapter 65 Private seal tattooed on lips!

When Locke drove back to the station, it was already past four o'clock at night.

"Give her a visitor's card."

"OK."

"Thanks."

Natasha took the visitor card from the sentry on duty on the first floor, said thank you, and hung it around her neck.

Locke led Natasha straight into the elevator and got on the elevator.

"You can go to my office and take a rest."

"Why?"

"You haven't slept yet."

"Locke."

"Um."

"I'm not a little girl."

Natasha listened to Locke's explanation, her expression was stunned, and then she said with a smile: "You should know."

Locke shrugged.

"Well, my bad."

"I accept your apology."

"Let's go."

Locke shook his head, and after the elevator opened the door, he walked out of the elevator first, and then led Natasha to the combat command center.

Iris opens the door.

Debbie, who was in the combat command center, heard the sound of the door opening, turned around and saw Locke leading Natasha in from the outside.

"Boss."

"Any clues?"

"not yet."

Debbie stood up, looked at the surveillance images in New York City that were being quickly retrieved and analyzed on the big screen, and said, "We haven't found him yet. He may have been hiding."

Natasha frowned and said, "The blade is injured?"

Debbie looked at Locke.

Locke nodded.

Debbie then said to Natasha: "Based on the last satellite image when Blade and Vanessa left the warehouse, there was no such thing."

When Locke heard this, he thought of something.

"Has the cause of the satellite image failure been found?"

"It was found that someone planted a virus in our system."

"who."

"Chelsea Harris."

"..."

I don't know if it was her own illusion, but Natasha standing aside could clearly feel it. When Debbie mentioned this name, there was an undisguised look of disgust and disgust on her face.

Not only Debbie, but other female agents in the command center also had similar expressions.

Natasha was a little curious and asked: "This Chelsea Harris?"

Locke turned to look at Natasha, shook his head and laughed, then nodded towards Debbie.

Debbie understood, walked to Natasha's side, whispered into Natasha's ear.

soon.

Just like Debbie, who had an expression of disgust and disgust on her face just now.

As Debbie spoke, a look of surprise appeared on Natasha's face, and then an expression of disgust and disgust also appeared on her face.

Locke looked at this scene and laughed inwardly.

This Chelsea Harris is one of the female agents in charge of information and communications in the combat command center.

At the same time, she is also one of the vampire blood servants secretly found by the Sentinel Secret Service.

But she was exposed later than other blood servants.

To be precise, this Chelsea Harris was only exposed yesterday morning when she transmitted the news of the Blade Warrior's release.

Probably no one could figure out where she carved the vampire's private seal.

Lips.

But not the lips on the face.

This was only discovered after Debbie confirmed that the signal transmission was coming from Chelsea Harris and took it directly to the small dark room with coercive measures for careful inspection.

At the same time, this also explains why the Sentinel Command and Control Center was able to let her in after a round of screening even after knowing that there was a blood servant.

When Natasha heard the location of Chelsea Harris's private seal, she couldn't help but feel sick in her heart.

at the same time……

After Debbie finished speaking, she walked up to Locke and asked in a low voice with some confusion: "Is immortality so tempting?"

Locke glanced sideways at Natasha, who seemed to really not understand, shook his head, and replied calmly: "You are a full man and don't know how hungry a man is."

How old is Natasha?

Her ID showed that she was born in 1984, only two years older than Locke.

but……

Whoever believes it is a fool.

But Natasha never told Locke her exact age.

Locke didn't ask further questions.

Age is a very private matter for any woman.

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But what is certain is that Natasha has undergone the transformation of the red house, which has greatly slowed down her aging rate at the cost of losing her fertility.

Therefore, let a beautiful woman who does not need to consider or worry about the aging of her appearance for a long time in the future understand those women who do everything they can to keep their beauty.

This is no different from asking a lion who walks freely on the savanna without any worries to understand why mice always travel at night.

But Locke understands.

Eternal life is engraved in the bones of Eastern people.

This is why he considered so many side effects of vampires at that time and said that vampire abilities are very cost-effective.

Unlike Westerners who think eternal life is a curse.

Dongguo people believe that eternal life is a welfare.

The kind that cannot be refuted.

so……

Even when he found out where Chelsea Harris had tattooed the vampire's private seal, he was only surprised, and did not show any expression of disdain or disgust like Debbie and Natasha.

He can understand.

However, understanding is understanding, betrayal is betrayal.

So Chelsea Harris had been sent to the Sentinel Secret Service's overseas laboratory in Barat yesterday, just like the blood servants who were found.

As for what they would encounter there, it had nothing to do with him.

"By the way."

Locke thought of this, lowered his voice, and quietly asked Natasha: "So how old are you?"

Natasha rolled her eyes at Locke.

"Get lost."

"Okay."

Locke smiled and changed the subject, saying to Debbie: "Is Vanessa's residence monitored?"

Debbie was slightly stunned, shook her head, and then looked at the agent in charge of the control.

The agent also reacted, and it took less than a minute to find Vanessa's residence, and checked the surveillance near Vanessa's apartment on the big screen.

"No one." The agent looked at the apartment facing the surveillance, which looked dark, and turned his head to answer.

Locke looked at the surveillance screen, folded his arms, and groped his chin with one hand.

"Which floor?"

"Third floor, from left to right, the fifth room."

Locke looked at what the agent said.

In the picture, the window of the fifth room on the third floor of the apartment was tightly blocked by curtains, and it looked dark.

Locke thought for a while.

"Find the surveillance video this afternoon or this morning."

"Yes."

The agent nodded, immediately put his fingers on the keyboard, and started to operate.

After a while.

The video went online.